The Peach Blossom Society.
At its core, it is not a righteous sect. On the contrary, they refer to themselves as a demonic faction, engaging in acts of arson, murder, plunder, and all manner of evil deeds.
It is said that the history of the Peach Blossom Society can be traced back to ancient times. Legend has it that during that era, spiritual energy flourished, and all things possessed a spirit. A peach tree gained sentience and awakened its innate divine ability.
Thus, the Peach Blossom Society was founded.
The Peach Blossom Secret Technique is a simplified version of that ancient peach tree's innate divine ability.
It is regarded as a comprehensive cultivation method that combines martial arts, philosophy, and mind control.
In simple terms, it manipulates an opponent's perception and consciousness, creating lifelike illusions to confuse, distract, or deceive their attention and actions.
Only a select few within the Peach Blossom Society can learn and comprehend this secret technique. In this era, only the sect's leader and her granddaughter, Tao Ying, have mastered it!
Night.
In a desolate land, the cracked and yellowed earth bears the marks of time's relentless passage.
A lonely wind blows, carrying dust and desolation, painting a bleak scene that evokes a sense of melancholy.
In this barren wilderness, an invisible formation envelops the area.
The surrounding energy fluctuations form an intangible barrier, isolating the inside from the outside world.
Two figures slowly approach the formation.
Old Gao extends a finger and lightly taps the formation. A buzzing sound echoes as a gap appears.
"Young Master, it's ready," Old Gao steps aside, smiling at Gu Yan.
This formation is indeed intricate. Without the expertise of a seasoned master like Old Gao, finding this place would have been nearly impossible.
"Mm," Gu Yan nods slightly and steps inside, with Old Gao following closely behind.
The scene inside the formation is strikingly different, as if they have crossed into another dimension. A vibrant sea of peach blossoms stretches before them.
Peach branches sway gently in the breeze, petals falling like rain, painting the air with dazzling colors.
The ground is covered in soft green grass, resembling a lush emerald carpet. A harmonious atmosphere permeates the area, making the Peach Blossom Society's formation seem like a paradise for cultivators, in stark contrast to the desolation outside.
This is... the Peach Blossom Society!
Rumored to be an ancient formation left behind from antiquity, it can isolate the inside from the outside world and conceal all traces of energy. However, as time has passed, the formation has begun to show signs of collapse.
In the original story, it was precisely because of the formation's collapse that the Night Organization was able to locate them.
If not for the formation's imminent failure, this place might have made a suitable base.
Seeing this, Gu Yan is reminded of a genius from the original story who specialized in formations. Though devoid of true energy and unable to cultivate, this individual was obsessed with researching ancient formations.
In the original story, this person managed to create a series of diverse and ingenious formations.
Yes, this person was also one of Leng Qingqiu's subordinates.
The very person who, under Leng Qingqiu's orders, used a formation to sacrifice half a city.
Such talent is undoubtedly worth recruiting.
But before that...
Gu Yan's mind stirs, releasing an invisible wave of oppressive force that seems to solidify the surrounding air.
A gurgling sound echoes as black water surges around Gu Yan.
Enveloped by this liquid, Gu Yan's transformation becomes even more pronounced. He dons the attire known as [Black Night], exuding an indescribable aura of authority and pressure.
In addition to the outfit obtained from the system, Gu Yan has also had Claw apply a layer of protective measures, further concealing his presence, leaving no trace of his energy.
After ensuring everything is in order, Gu Yan turns to Old Gao and extends his hand, his voice low and firm: "Mimicry."
In the next moment, the black water, as if alive, flows toward Old Gao under Gu Yan's guidance, instantly altering his appearance.
The once-otherworldly Old Gao is now a sinister-looking old man cloaked in black robes.
Old Gao feels the change and a flicker of surprise crosses his eyes.
This method of disguise is something he has never encountered before. Where did the Young Master learn this?
After completing the transformation, Gu Yan speaks calmly: "Old Gao, the Peach Blossom Society's leader may only be at the early stage of the Grandmaster realm, but she possesses a technique that can manipulate perception."
"However, it's of no concern. I will have the mole disrupt her technique."
"Any issues?"
Old Gao shakes his head. His voice, altered by the disguise, has become hoarse, and his demeanor has taken on a more sinister tone: "No issues."
"Good, then let's begin."
Tonight, we settle the score with one of our enemies!
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Peach Blossom Society.
In the grand hall of the sect leader, a massive peach wood throne sits at the center, occupied by a dignified yet benevolent old sect leader.
Beside her stands a young woman—her granddaughter, Tao Ying.
"Ying Ying, you've done well. Finding the possessor of the Flower God's Qi means our Peach Blossom Society can once again restore its former glory!"
A weight has been lifted from the old sect leader's heart.
Ever since the battle against the Night Organization five years ago, the Peach Blossom Society's strength has plummeted.
As the current sect leader, she could not simply sit back and watch the sect fade into obscurity.
Thus, the only solution was to find the legendary possessor of the Flower God's Qi!
Only this person could lead the Peach Blossom Society back to its former glory!
Tao Ying receives a message in her mind but maintains her composure, smiling and nodding: "Grandmother, it is my duty."
"I, too, wish to see our Peach Blossom Society thrive."
The old sect leader smiles warmly. Once Wang Yulan's cultivation reaches a sufficient level, she plans to step down and have her granddaughter assist Wang Yulan...
But just as this thought crosses her mind—
Buzz!
Thump!!
Her heart feels as though it has been gripped by an unseen force.
A chilling cold spreads throughout her body, and her expression changes drastically. She clenches the armrests of her throne, struggling to stand.
Her eyes, filled with fear, dart toward the peach wood entrance.
What? What's happening?
It feels as though something incredibly dangerous is approaching.
And this sensation... why does it feel so familiar?
Malice... such overwhelming malice... this feeling...
The old sect leader's pupils contract. Could it be...
Is the rumor true?
First, the leader of the King of Hell Palace.
And now... her?
The Night King? Has the Night King come? How could this be?
In her daze, the old sect leader quickly grits her teeth, forcing herself to calm down. Her voice is strained as she speaks: "Tao Ying... run..."
The next moment—
Boom!!
An overwhelming pressure fills the hall.
Then, a voice echoes beside them: "Run? Where do you think you can run to, Leader of the Peach Blossom Society?"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
